This doesn’t make sense. I feel sick, excited… disgusting. I don’t know if I want to leave… stay, go back home… get lost. I don’t know… I want to lose myself. I’m being torn in two, head and heart, reservations and curiosity, but this man who talks to vulvas. But how do I explain this to him? He makes things sound simple. Things aren’t simple. Things are complicated. Feeling good is good, Alice. Do you know what I’m saying?